By Impy. (PS, No, not all of our stories are about bacon. Also, dramatic music for effect:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eYj8ciqAPcA)
The smell of bacon wafted through my bedroom. Instantly, as I was half asleep, the smell of bacon filled my nostrils. I knew it was Sunday, because Mom always made bacon on Sunday. Mm, bacon, I thought. Just thinking of it's crispy, juicy, tenderness, the smoky flavor, caused me to drool. Snapping out of my fantasy, I wiped the drool off my mouth. "Anna!" My mom called from down bellow. "Breakfast!" "Coming!" I said, running down the stairs.
The table came to view. Bacon blasted into my nostrils. How delicious. Walking up to the table, I lifted the hot, moist paper towel off the plate. But there... it couldn't be! Only one piece of bacon was left. The worst part was that it was dried up, and burnt parts kissed the rough edges. Burnt crumbs lay around it, as if a bed. "I saved the last piece for you. I at a lot of it." Mom said. She was such a pretty woman. I had her blonde hair and her green eyes. She was very tall and beautiful, but her appetite was anything BUT beautiful.
I didn't want to say "Ew, it's burnt," Because, 1. It would be extremely rude, and 2, all bacon is good bacon. All I could manage to say was, "T-thanks." I picked up the limp piece of bacon, as it snapped in half, and fell on the floor. I picked it up, and regretfully threw it away. "Goodbye," I bid, holding back hot tears. "Thwoo,". It danced around in the trash bag before finding a place to go to bacon heaven.
"Quit stalling and eat," Mom scolded. "Okay, okay!" I shot back. I didn't want to waste it, though. But, I needed to eat or else get yelled at. Shaky handed, I watched as the bacon neared my lips. It would go down my throat, into my stomach, down somewhere, and go to bacon heaven, where it and eggs got along fine. I opened my mouth...
Chomp. My teeth closed around it's crispy, burnt edges. I watched as crumbs flew out and landed on the floor. It may have been burnt, but it was AMAZING. The smokiness, the flavor. The texture! I needed more. MORE. But, where was more? I quickly scanned the kitchen. The trashcan! That piece I dropped. I slammed the lid up, and dove my head in. Mom looked at me, puzzled.
"What the h-e double hockey sticks are you DOING?" She exclaimed. I couldn't answer her. The rustling of the trashbag was all I could hear. I dug and dug, finding many...questionable things. Rotten banana peels, paper, tortilla wrapper/bag thing, everything. Everything but the bacon. I scrambled, now throwing my body in, as suddenly I fell in, the lid slamming behind.
I tried to open it back up, but it wouldn't budge. Crap. I was stuck in a smelly trash can all because of a piece of bacon. I smelled absolutely horrible, but that didn't stop me. I looked around, but it was useless. There was tons of junk, and it was pitch black except for the light streaming in through the cracks.
You may be wondering, "You cant get out of a trash can!?" Well, ours is wooden, so it's really big and heavy. I was so ticked. Why must I love bacon so much!? It infected me with its horrible smell, the bumpy edges...smoky flavor, rough texture... Before I knew it, I was drooling again. I shook my head, and said, "No more distractions. I gotta get outta hear now." But that's when trash day came.
Mom got the bag out of the trash can. I knew she'd rescue me. But, instead, I tumbled upside down in a pile of something I cant say, and watched as she walked me out to the garbage truck. "Mom!" I shouted, banging on the bag. "Gimme out of here!" It was like she couldn't hear me. She does have short term memory, so maybe she forgot all about me.
"THUMP." I landed on my head in what seemed like a garbage truck. I heard muffled voices, and after about 4 minutes, a loud 'SLAM'! Looking through the bag, everything became darker. It smelled even worse in the truck, and I heard the sound of flies buzzing, probably laughing at me. I heard an engine start up, and I was ridden away. I'm still riding right now as I tell you this. Oh! I think I'm at the landfill now. Well, listen to me.
NEVER EAT TURKEY BACON. Regular bacon is perfect.
